My friend, who was already taxed by my long list of reduplications, had a hard time with all these wholesome people. And this didn’t even include Gabby’s subset of album covers celebrating the song “Yes, Jesus Loves me.”
“Do you think Gabby listened to all these albums? Knowing him, he probably did. No thanks.”
He turned to me. “Want to see what an album cover is supposed to look like?”
He went and got an album.
“That, dude, is what it is all about.” What about all those women with beehives and big hair and all those men with bad suits?